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So Tina had been wrong about reversion. That was… unfortunate. *She hated being wrong, and being wrong in front of other people was worst of all! Tina was determined not to make any more mistakes today, so she paid even closer attention than normal as Professor Darlington started speaking, feverishly copying down every word the woman said. The more she heard, the more it sounded like she hadn't been too far off in guessing that reversion involved breaking an object down to its basic components.
Tina was feeling reasonably confident until the part about changing the incantation to fit the object or nothing would happen. She looked at the incantations written on the board. That was a lot to keep track of, and the more there was to remember, the more potential there was for mistakes. She kept her eyes glued to the professor's demonstration, watching in amazement as the goblet turned to sand. She had to admit, that was pretty cool!
Tina stood behind her desk, glancing at the assortment of items. She decided to start with the goblet, as that had been the one the professor demonstrated first. She felt more confident with that one having seen what the end result was supposed to look like, and there would be no chance of mismatching the incantation… not that that was going to happen. It was pretty obvious that sand went with the goblet, wheat with the roll, and wood with the newspaper, but better safe than sorry, *right?
“Prima Forma Sabulo,” Tina mumbled under her breath. “Prima forma sabulo.” Once she'd practiced the incantation enough times to get a feel for the pronunciation, she raised her wand. The anticlockwise circle and point movement wasn't hard, so she only practiced it once before moving on to her goblet. She stared at it intently, visualizing it deconstructing into a neat pile of sand… just like the sand on the beaches back home. As soon as a clear vision formed in her mind, she moved her wand in an anticlockwise circle. “Prima Forma Sabulo!” she said, pointing her wand.
Did it work? When Tina looked again, there was a mound of sand where her goblet had once been, but the sand was darker than the white sand Professor Darlington produced. Did the color of the sand matter? Did she do it wrong? And if she did, how could she try again when her goblet was now a pile of brownish-beige sand?
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |